The noise of warfare grew louder with every passing minute.
Noises of metal clashing on flesh and vice versa echoed in the air. The forces that defended the Elf Village was growing more and more desperate in their attempts to completely ward off the seemingly endless horde of Undead that tried to claw their way into the village.
This caused the ground to continuously tremble as more cries filled the air.
Giants began to fall, one after another, unable to bear the severe injuries inflicted on them, while the Dwarves ultimately ran out of ammunition in their mechanisms, forced to use their hulky weapons to attack.
Unfortunately, this made them vulnerable to multiple assaults that would dismantle their warheads and kill the pilots occupying them.
Rey's forces were slowly, but steadily perishing—the numbers becoming staggering.
As this was happening, though, Rey's eyes were wide with shock as he laid eyes on the transfigured body of Esme.
"T-The Oracle…?"
